In the Pantiles a man sits on a wall and plays a jig on a flute. People walk past. No one dances..
I put my hand in the pocket where I keep my notebook and encounter, in addition to the book, five pea pods. I had put them there for safe keeping when I was picking peas in the vegetable garden this morning. I split one open and munch the peas one by one, sweet and green and fresh as the dew on daisy. I return the remaining pods to my pocket and think to myself: if I meet someone I will proffer an open pod and say, 'do you want a pea?". Depending of course on whom it is I meet.